Charles was murderglaring Daniil. The russian didn't do anything but he was accaparing the new Frenchie that everyone already nicknamed 'Noble-boy'. Charles hold back a growl. He met briefly the french, Pierre, when Pierre arrived. This man was not at his place in this reform school and Charles understood it at the very same point he saw Pierre. Charles was right. Since the frenchy arrived he was the nicest guy here. Everyone already loved him and Daniil took Pierre under his wing. In fact, everybody did. Even Max who hated everyone except Checo, Daniel and sometimes Lewis. Even Antonio trusted Pierre. Charles was looking at the Frenchman with his messy hair and his fucking Icelandic eyes who was taking pictures of Daniil, Alex and George while the two shennigans aka Lando and Oscar were posing between the three men with ridiculous poses. "Hey, everyone" Charles says, sitting next to the frenchy. Daniil murderglared Charles. They weren't ennemy but they weren't friend either.